[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/y1u86h/a_story_for_the_spooky_season_the_hearths_of/)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y30qju/the_hearths_of_blairmoor_pt_2_fm_passionate_solo/)
She pulled off her chemise, exposing her naked body to the air, the cold wind blowing from the open window made her nipples harden while the fire behind her warmed her back. To her enhanced senses this was a bizarre but euphoric experience in and of itself, but not why she was in Lord Marcian’s chamber.
She pulled at his shirt, ripping it as it came off and began to undo the lacing on the front of his trousers. He took over the job, fumbling with the drawstrings as she leaned in to kiss him. His dark lips, like hers, were cold to the touch, almost numbing. She began to rock back and forth, almost involuntarily as her body made its base desires known
With his trousers undone, his penis popped through the opening. Niccola looked down at it. It wasn’t fully erect, but then again, he didn’t exactly have time to prepare. He looked a little nervous, a little confused. She slid one hand under his head as she leaned in to kiss him, lifting his face to meet hers. She felt him tense before he reciprocated her kiss and relax. With her other hand, she let go of the waist of his trousers and took a hold of him, stroking, back and forth gently. If she was going to experience this with him, she was going to experience all of it.
She massaged his tongue with her own, nibbling his lips as she pulled away for a gasp of air, which she found herself needing more and more as her other hand quickened the pace. She was ready for him but wanted to make him wait a bit longer. He reached around her legs and began to pull his trousers off, he was getting the message.
She stroked him faster and faster, the paragon of composure and refinement who she dined with only a few hours ago was gone, in his place was a very sweaty man, quickly sucking down air and rigidly jerking as she stroked his shaft. She was enjoying the reaction she was getting, she was not the poor, hapless village girl she had been for her other lovers, she was in control and he was not some squire, or clerk’s apprentice. Here was a Lord, and a vampire no less , turned to potter’s clay in her hands.
She took her sharp fingernail and ran it up his shaft, the narrow edge between pain and pleasure caused him to reach up and grab his pillow, digging his own fingers into it and moaning. She had been feeling herself getting more and more wet just watching him in anticipation. To think she had been afraid for her life because of this man. While she was not going to demand an apology, a thank you seemed like too much. No, she would allow him to benefit as she “tested the limits” of her newly augmented senses.
She looked down at his penis and then back up at him, she was ready. With a push, she lifted herself up and onto his head, guiding it in. When it was fully inside of her, she melted on top of it. She closed her eyes and arched her back in agonising joy. Niccola knew from her own self exploration where she was most sensitive but with him inside of her it was like she was covered in hundreds of erogenous zones, it was as if he did not just make contact with her but everywhere he touched caused a wake of pleasure to ripple through her. She didn’t know if she could muster the strength to continue riding him when she felt him thrust from beneath her.
Despite her earlier resolve, she was in shambles now. She had him pinned, right where she wanted him and here he was with the audacity to try and use her. She started rocking back and forth, synching up with his thrusts causing his knees to buckle. She dug her hand into his shoulder, and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips tingled on contact and she suspected his did as well, again she felt his body loosen.
She brushed her hair off her forehead and felt sweat. There was sweat all over her body it seemed, she looked up at the mirror by the bed, expecting to see her dishevelled appearance but there was no reflection. Oh well, it was of no consequence, as she bounced up and down on his shaft she felt the pressure rise inside of her, a different kind of pressure than when she did this herself. The bed was rocking considerably and she was losing herself, she ran her hand down her cheek, down her neck and to her breast which she grabbed, her sharp nails digging in to stop her from crying out again as the pleasure mounted. She slowed her pace but that just made it easier to feel every inch of Lord Marcian. She bit her lip hoping the pain would distract her enough.From what? she caught herself thinking. It was getting harder to ignore, the sensation that tells a person to stop right before climax….. *not yet* she thought. *Not yet* as Lord Marcian’s fingers ran up her calf *not yet* as he grabbed her behind and started thrusting again *not yet*
“OHHHHhhh!” She cried out as all the built up ecstasy in her broke its banks causing her thighs to spasm, again she was a puddle of her former self, unable to regain control. She tried to lift herself off of him to free her from his grasp but he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close so she couldn’t escape.
“I bet you’ve never felt that before.” He whispered in her ear.”
“Not…” She panted. “Like that….”
“I bet you haven’t.” He kissed her on the cheek and he slid out from under her, she was still pressed against his broad chest. He kissed her cheek, her neck and her collarbone, once on the lips which she lazily reciprocated only after his lips had left nothing but a warm impression on hers.
She didn’t even notice, he was now behind her….
“You walked into my chambers like you were the Lady of Blairmoor castle, I respect the audacity.” He whispered, punctuating his sentence with a violent kiss on her cheek. “Do you want me show you how I satisfy a lady?” He asked. In her disoriented state she nodded yes, not really considering the nature of the question. She felt his large hand on her back and he released her from his grasp, forcing her to fall forwards. She stretched her hands to catch herself but she knew she didn’t have the wherewithal to get up, she knew what was coming. She was ready.
Lord Marcian began to insert himself into her vagina again, causing her to shudder as that feeling came returned. He grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from moving, he made sure she was going to feel every inch of him. She cried out as he slowly slid his penis inside of her and then he stopped… She sat there on all fours just waiting with him inside her. He brushed her hair from the back of her neck and leaned in kissing it, then down her shoulder blades, then he started.
The thrusts were slow and deliberate at first but with each one he picked up the pace. With his hands pressed on her hips, not only did he thrust into her, he also guided her back down on top of him. This was not like when she was in control, she could not bite her lip to keep her gasps and moans in. However she had shed the need for shame; she had no interest in hiding every sensation she was feeling.
She felt bold enough to use one hand to fondle her breast, they were sensitive and craving her attention but she could only massage one. Lord Marcian’s thrusts which felt amazing were unfortunately missing her clitoris. Something she could stimulate herself, she wanted to feel as many sensations as possible so she slid her free hand down her body and past her stomach. Her delicate fingers against her own skin left a numbing trail in their path.
Marcian saw this and without breaking stride, caught Niccola’s hand. He pulled her up while he was still inside and took her hands against her chest. *Is he… helping me?* she thought. Her arms were crossed against her breasts and Marcian manipulated her fingers so she was massaging her own nipples. She took his cue. He kept one long arm wrapped around her, keeping her crossed arms pressed to her chest, he placed his hand at the base of her neck, not choking but holding her in place. His other hand wandered down the front of her body until it ran along her labia and he began massaging her clitoris as he thrusted.
She tried to define the sensation, she had burned passionately under a previous lovers touch, but that did not describe it, nor did the electricity of his touch, no it was not a spark. The only way she could contextualise the flurry of feeling was a constant shimmering aurora, brilliantly bending and flaring out against a starry sky.
Niccola was still sensitive from her first orgasm but the speed at which he hit his stride surprised her. She was going to cum again and she didn’t have the energy to fight it, she just gradually lost resistance in her spine. The waves built up again, she gasped but couldn’t inhale anymore Lord Marcian’s fingers massaged her clitoris in small circles, always on the edge of it but never fully touching it, it was his greatest cruelty. The waves built up again and then… he did it. he started rubbing it directly, running his finger up and down her clitoris, finally giving it the full attention it was previously deprived of and the waves crashed.
Niccola would have cried out but her lungs were empty and her vocal chords arrested. She could only faint forwards but she didn’t fall, Lord Marcian wouldn’t let her. He may be the spawn of the devil but she knew she was safe in his arms. She wrestled her hand free and reached up grabbing Lord Marcian’s Sandy-coloured hair.
“Have you enjoyed being the lady of Castle Blairmoor for a night?” He asked in her ear.
“Mhmm.” She weakly nodded.
“Excellent, darling.” He said coyly. His thrusts picked up pace and then it was his turn to cry out as a hot, sticky load shot out of him. He panted furiously and pulled himself out, the two collapsed onto the silk sheets together. He was gasping like a nearly drowned man deprived of air as warm seamen dripped onto her thigh.
*Lady Niccola of Blairmoor* she thought. *I could learn to live with that*
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